I'm fucking tired, to be quite honest. And the word tired doesn't even seem strong enough to adequately describe how I feel. The Erasure of History I can recall standing up with my peers and reciting the pledge of allegiance every morning throughout grade school. I can recall the start of sporting events having someone… Continue reading
If you follow me on any of my social media, then you know that self care is my jam. With the past year of events, this month which is recognized as #MinorityMentalHealthAwareness is a good time to tap into what self care really looks like. What Does Self-Care Even Mean? When you think about self-care,… Continue reading Self-Care is The Best Care
Here we are. January 1, 2021. Day one of the next 365 days. There’s a swarm of social media posts sharing goals, aspirations and resolutions for the New Year and while they’re certainly inspirational...it’s not something that I will be participating in. For starters, it’s hard to create a list of goals because I am… Continue reading New Year, New Me?
That was the first time I recall being let down by a man. You were supposed to love me. And show me how to protect myself; from sorry, lowdown, no good, trifling ass men like you. So here's to you...Dad. Here's to you. For breaking my heart; before any guy ever could.
This might shake the table. 1 in 5 adults experience a mental illness. But what I noticed in my mental health journey is that "The Black Church" still isn't ready to fully talk about depression or other aspects of mental health. People are dying and the best solution we have is prayer?